UWL Eruption 11-2-24

The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

The lights throughout the arena dim simultaneously out throughout the arena as sound system as its heard throughout the arena out steps Joseph Lincoln from behind the curtains. Lincoln stands motionless in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him, as he does a white piercing light comes to life and begins to shine down upon him.

Emily Lyle - From Mesa, Arizona, weighing two hundred and eight pounds, Joseph Lincoln!!

Once at ringside Lincoln walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them. Once inside the ring Lincoln climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd again as he awaits for his opponent to come on out to do battle.



The arena's lights go to a dim with different lights flashing. The music kicks in as Garlan Brown steps out as the spotlight shines on him. Brown stands basking in the moment slowly making his way down the aisle with a snarl look on his face.

Emily Lyle - From Marietta, Georgia, weighing two hundred and fifty five pounds, Garlan Brown!!

Brown enters the ring turns toward the camera and throws his arms back and lets out a scream as he points forward with one finger out pointing at the camera before turning around moving to his corner.



Cliff Morris - It's time for our opening match up. As Joseph Lincoln takes on Garlan Brown.

Logan Acker - Along with their tag team partners both these wrestlers will be competing in the upcoming North American Tag Team Championship tournament.

The referee signals for the bell and the two men stare Lincoln the ring at one another before moving into a collar and elbow tie up. The two men grapple for position before Brown arrogantly shoves Lincoln back into the corner. Lincoln gathers himself slowly moving from the corner. This time, Brown backs him up into the ropes and breaks clean, while patting him on his chest. Lincoln comes at Brown nailing him with repeated leg kicks which stuns him. He follows that up with several more before backing him into the ropes, he sends him off into the ropes, Brown is met with a brutal face kick. Brown rushes up to his feet, but Lincoln comes over and applies a waistlock, he pushes Brown forward, he stumbles. Lincoln jumps up, dropping him with a backstabber. He covers him, the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Lincoln crouches patiently on the top rope and Brown slowly climbs to his feet, Lincoln comes at Brown nailing him with a pair of Muay Thai knees which stuns him. Lincoln jumps up nailing Brown with an enziguri which sends him falling out to the floor. Brown struggles to get to his feet and Lincoln goes out onto the apron, he rushes from the corner to the middle of the apron and dives off with another front dropkick that sends Brown flying into the guardrail with tremendous force. He grabs Brown by his hair and rolls him into the ring, he climbs in behind and allows Brown to rise up but quickly takes him back down with a snap suplex. Lincoln gets up quickly and snaps off another one, he holds on and pulls him up before snapping off another one. Brown holds his back in pain as he rises up to his feet and gets to his feet grimacing in pain. Lincoln grabs Brown pushing him back in the ring.

Cliff Morris – Joseph Lincoln pushing Garlan Brown back into the ring.

Logan Acker – Joseph Lincoln needs to take advantage of this because you can’t give Garlan Brown a inch or he’ll be right back into this one.

Lincoln pulls Brown up and levels him with a forearm to the back before pushing him back into the corner, he decks him with a couple of elbows before whipping him into the opposite corner and hitting him with another elbow. He rolls back into the center of the ring to his feet, rushes in at Brown and nails him with a knee kick. Brown falls forward to the mat. Lincoln once again tries to apply a waistlock and pull him up, Brown nails Lincoln with a pair of back elbows. Brown comes around nailing Lincoln with a pair of chops. He goes for a clothesline, Lincoln ducks under the clothesline attempt. Lincoln grabs Brown around his waist with a rear waistlock, he throws him back hard onto the mat with a release German suplex. Lincoln turns on the mat sitting on one knee.

Cliff Morris – Joseph Lincoln with a textbook German suplex!

Logan Acker – Garlan Brown is holding the back of his head after that German suplex!

Lincoln grabs Brown up to his feet. He grabs him into a side headlock. Brown sends him off. Lincoln runs off the ropes. Brown takes Lincoln over with a Japanese arm drag. They both return to their feet. Brown nails Lincoln with a kick. Lincoln lays face down on the mat. Brown rises up off the mat. Brown goes back in the corner. Lincoln rises up to his feet. Brown runs at him. Lincoln leans over throwing Brown down with a back body drop. Brown turns on the mat grimacing in pain as Lincoln comes at him. He nails him with a pair of punches to his head. He jerks him up off the mat. Lincoln steps back. He runs at Brown, but he gets met with a kick which sends him staggering. Brown runs at the staggering Lincoln nailing him with a big boot. Lincoln staggers, Brown sends him into the ropes. He comes off the ropes, Brown lifts him up and down with a Spinebuster. He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Garlan Brown!!

Brown stands jerking his arm away from the referee throwing his arms into the air.

The show cuts to a break.

ABBY: Daron Smythe, it’s great to sit down with you today. Let’s talk about your recent, very busy schedule. You’ve been everywhere lately—HRW, MAINSTREAM Wrestling, AWS, ECWF, and, of course, right here in UWL. Let’s start with that HRW World Championship win. You went through both Jayden Riley and Timothy Mac. How did it feel to come out on top?

DARON: Abby, it’s what I do. I’ve been saying it for a while now—I’m the guy. When you step in the ring with me, you’re stepping in there with someone who’s earned every inch of his success. Jayden Riley, Timothy Mac? They’re tough guys, but they’re not on my level. Taking the HRW World Title was the natural outcome of my hard work, and now I hold the gold there, just like here in UWL.

ABBY: And that’s not all. In MAINSTREAM Wrestling, you not only headlined against their World Champion, Lex Collins, but later you teamed up with him to take on Emma Douglas. That’s a rare situation, facing off and then teaming up in such high-stakes matches.

DARON: True, but it’s just another day for me. Lex Collins is one of the toughest I’ve met in that ring, and headlining with him was a chance to prove once again why I’m the #1 guy. Teaming with him to beat Emma Douglas? That’s just the kind of curveball I thrive on. Whether it’s standing across from a world champ or standing alongside one, I’m ready.

ABBY: Speaking of world champions, you also won the AWS Wicked Games Battle Rumble, guaranteeing yourself a shot at the AWS World Title and an Internet Title match against Ace Sky. Plus, you successfully defended your ECWF Midwest Championship against Misery at Grave Consequences. With so much on your plate, Daron, I have to ask—do you think you’re spreading yourself too thin?

DARON: (Smiling, unfazed) Abby, I’m just getting started. Each of those accomplishments you mentioned? They’re all proof that no matter how many irons I have in the fire, I’m making it work. I’m building a legacy here, one promotion at a time. Sure, it’s a lot, but champions don’t get to sit back and relax.

ABBY: Well, while you’re reaching new heights in all these places, you’ve also got a huge match coming up here in UWL. You’re about to face off with Cyrus Rinaldi in an “I Quit” match at UWL’s 19th Anniversary show. You two have history; some say he might even have your number.

DARON: (Leaning forward, his tone serious) Cyrus is no slouch, I’ll give him that. Our singles matches are 1-1, but let’s look at the details. He beat me for the vacant TWN title by bringing a steel chair into play, taking a shortcut to get it done. Our rematch? Sure, he had his foot under the rope when I got the win, but the referee didn’t see it. Different circumstances each time, but the record stands.

ABBY: So, you’re saying it’s a matter of circumstance? You’re not concerned about Cyrus’ strategy or that he could have an edge?

DARON: (Pausing, choosing his words carefully) Look, I’ve admitted this before, in that first match, I didn’t take Cyrus as seriously as I should have, and that’s on me. But this “I Quit” match at the 19th Anniversary show? It’s going to be different. There won’t be a single doubt left when it’s over. I’m walking into that ring knowing exactly who Cyrus is and what he’s capable of. But I’m telling you now—I’m walking out with my hand raised and no loose ends.

ABBY: Sounds like you’re confident about putting this chapter with Cyrus to rest. If you come out on top, what’s next?

DARON: (Smiling) Abby, there’s always another mountain to climb. Whether it’s defending my titles, earning new ones - I’ve even thrown my name in the hat with Billy Danielson in the upcoming UWL North American Tag Team title tourney. I’m as ready as ever - I’ve carried the ball in this place for nearly two and a half years now. Every single show. No breaks, no time off. That’s what makes me the best - that’s why this *points to the UWL World Title belt* is on my shoulder right now. Because I know it, you know it, everyone knows it - if you give me the ball, I’m going to run with it. The common thread right now seems to be a lot of bitterness, jealousy, and a bit of anger directed at me because I’m speaking the truth. Have I had my own bullshit to deal with in my life? Sure. But, do I let it keep me from being here and delivering time and time again? Abso f’n lutely not.

ABBY: Tonight, on Eruption, you are facing a new challenger in “The Storm” Latoya Hixx, how do you feel about this new challenger?

DARON: Latoya…Deena…whatever you are calling yourself this week, seems to be following me around from promotion to promotion, hoping to catch a few crumbs of my success. She’s a physically impressive specimen, no doubt. When she’s walking through an airport, she turns heads. That’s all well and good but as incredible as you look walking down the aisle, eventually you get in the ring and the bell rings. And when that bell rings, there’s no one better in the game right now. Maybe it’ll be your time here one day, but it’s not tonight. No, tonight I am laser focused and looking to sharpen my sword en route to beating Cyrus Rinaldi and marching forward as the UWL World Heavyweight Champion.

ABBY: No doubt there is a lot going on - any final words?

DARON: (leans in towards the camera, again taking a more serious tone) I’m going to take this time to speak directly to you, Cyrus Rinaldi. Cyrus, you speak about control, and you keep harping on how I walked away from this business instead of sticking around to pick up the pieces. You keep calling me weak for walking away from this business. Just because you are loud and keep repeating it over and over again, doesn’t make you right or what you say true. Hell, it sounds like the politicians running for President these days.

I had the control taken away from me by outside forces. I realize you are not as smart as you think you are but I see right through the facade. The truth is - you’re jealous that I was at the top of the game not once, but twice. I had the big time offers on the table, while you kept grinding it out for no money, not simply because you are a loud mouth - it’s simply because you are not good enough to carry the ball like I do.

Yeah, I walked away for a while, but I’ve been back for two and a half years, show in and show out, and you’ve been here for less than a year and how many shows have you already taken off? Is the twice a month schedule too tough for ol Cryrus? You’re a walking talking hypocrisy machine, with more bullshit dripping out of your mouth with every sentence you utter.

I’m going to prove you wrong, because no matter the result here, I’m going to do what I always do, dust myself off and climb back up the ladder. You said to me - what’s left after you reach the top of the heap? I’m sure, in your own special Cyrus way, you’re just projecting your own deepest fears and insecurities onto me. If you walk away with the title belt at the 19th Anniversary Show, what’s next? Now, with you finally getting everything you’ve ever wanted, will you be able to carry the ball like I have? I see the cracks already. Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting, rebuilding and coming back to reclaim my spot.

Why? Because it’s my destiny to be the World Champion - and now? It’s my destiny to beat your f**king ass all over the ring in Knoxville. See you in two weeks, bitch.

Daron gets up from his chair and walks off as the camera fades to black…

The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

"Pride" by Manchester Orchestra plays as Tony Rios comes to the ring he slaps a few fans hands then he climbs into the ring. He stretches out on the ring ropes as he waits on his match to start.

Emily Lyle - From Richmond, Virginia, weighing two hundred and seventy five pounds, he is the TWN Champion Tony Rios!!



Cliff Morris - It's time for action. As TWN Champion Tony Rios takes on BRADDOCK in this non-title match up.

BRADDOCK runs at Rios in the corner throwing wild punches, as the bell sounds. Rios tries to move out of the corner, but BRADDOCK pushes him back punching away on him in the corner. BRADDOCK goes to bite Rios, but he comes back with a pair of punches of his own. Rios turns BRADDOCK around in the corner, he starts punching away on him with wild punches.

Cliff Morris - Tony Rios punching away on BRADDOCK!

Rios grabs BRADDOCK, pulling him out of the corner, as he does, BRADDOCK kicks Rios in his stomach, doubling him over. BRADDOCK runs at Rios nailing him with a running knee lift, staggering Rios. BRADDOCK runs at him, nailing him with a clothesline sending Rios down to the mat. BRADDOCK pulls Rios up off the mat, he pushes him against the ropes, nailing him across his chest with a vicious knife edge chop. BRADDOCK grabs him around his wrist, he pulls him around to send him into the ropes, but Rios reverses it, he pulls BRADDOCK around whipping him into the ropes. BRADDOCK runs back at Rios, he leans over flipping BRADDOCK over onto the mat with a running shoulder block. BRADDOCK stumbles to his feet, he falls back against the ropes.

Cliff Morris - BRADDOCK stumbles to his feet after the powerful shoulder block!

Logan Acker - Tony Rios was trying to run through BRADDOCK!

Rios pulls him off the mat, as he does BRADDOCK leans into Rios hitting him in his stomach with a shoulder, taking Rios down with a takedown. BRADDOCK jumps onto Rios punching away on him with violent punches. BRADDOCK rises to his feet, he stands over Rios stomping away on him. BRADDOCK goes back into the corner, he moves onto the second rope, he jumps off for a forward elbow drop, but Rios rolls out of the way, as BRADDOCK crashes into the mat. Rios rises to his feet, as BRADDOCK stumbles to his feet grabbing at his elbow riving in pain. Rios lifts BRADDOCK up, throwing him onto the mat with a bodyslam. BRADDOCK stumbles to his feet, as Rios leans over lifting him up onto his shoulder. He moves toward the corner dropping BRADDOCK down onto the top turnbuckle with the snake eyes. BRADDOCK flips back over onto the mat, as Rios covers him.

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2.. Kick out.

They both come to their feet. BRADDOCK clocks Rios with a back elbow which stuns Rios. He runs back off the ropes back at Rios and gets hit with a running forearm strike that staggers him. Rios grabs him and connects with the Rio-Driver (Taka Michinoku Driver). Rios covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match, Tony Rios!!

Rios stands tall celebrating the win.

The show cuts to a break.

Cliff Morris: I understand we have some footage now from earlier today. Apparently, the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, Cyrus Rinaldi, requested that Bryan Crews deliver him the contract for the “I Quit” Match personally to his dressing room, with a camera crew, and for some God forsaken reason, Crews granted the request.

Logan Acker: I guess Rinaldi wants it for posterity.

Cliff Morris: Or maybe the guy is just an egomaniac and wants as much TV time as he can muster. Whatever his reason, let’s show you the footage from earlier today.

The footage starts with Crews walking backstage in the Boutwell Auditorium, the camera crew in tow. Crews is holding a clipboard. He approaches a door that reads “Cyrus Rinaldi.” Crews knocks. We hear “Yeah, come in” from the other side of the door. Crews opens it and walks in. He finds Rinaldi in the middle of unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Cyrus Rinaldi: Hey, Crews, better late than never.

He looks at the camera crew.

Cyrus Rinaldi: You guys trying to catch me with my pants off like you tried to catch Chevelle with his? Sorry to disappoint you. You guys must just want to film other guys naked. There are places of employment where they pay you to do that exclusively. Try giving Brazzers a call.

Crews, impatient, holds out the clipboard.

Bryan Crews: Mr. Rinaldi, I have your contract right here, just like you requested.

Cyrus Rinaldi: Well, thank you, Bryan.

He grabs the clipboard and looks at the camera.

Cyrus Rinaldi: But before I sign this contract, I want to reveal a little something to all of you people watching me right now.

A few months ago, when I was ranting and raving about not getting a World Title shot, I mentioned how someone came up to me privately and told me that I shouldn’t get frustrated, that things in UWL moved slowly and I needed to just wait for my shot.

I didn’t want to reveal that person’s identity because I didn’t think it was necessary to give that person any recognition, but now I’m at a point in my time here where I just don’t give a f--- anymore.

The person who had the audacity to say that all to me? That was the World Heavyweight Champion, Daron Smythe.

And if you remember, Daron, when I was relating your words of wisdom to the television audience, my response to you was “F--- that.” Really, I should have said “F--- you.”

But it doesn’t matter. I made things right later that night. I said to myself, “He thinks I just need to take things slow? I’ll show him how I take things slow.” And then I ran into the ring after you defended the World Heavyweight Championship in a four-way ladder match and I laid you out right in the middle of the ring!

What were you trying to do when you told me all that, huh? Were you just being one of the boys, giving another brother advice? Were you trying to caution me? Were you looking out for me?

Or… were you just trying to keep me at bay so that I didn’t take your title away from you?

I think you and I both know what the correct answer is.

I came into this promotion on night one and I beat you to become the TWN Champion. With the UWL resume you had at the time, nobody would have thought that it could have happened, but it did.

Then I went through opponents like it was nothing, showed off my gift of gab on the mic,…

He points at Crews.

Cyrus Rinaldi…convinced the people that run this place that I’m money, and basically became the breakout star of 2024.

And you saw this all unfold in front of your eyes and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t handle that someone was threatening your position as the #1 in UWL. Yeah, you got the World Title back, but you knew that if you didn’t try to mentally neutralize me, you weren’t going to have that title for long.

Well, I’ll give you credit. You’ve held it longer than I thought you would. You got a little gift in the form of a blind referee back at Under Pressure, and I hope you have savored the extra time that fortune bestowed upon you.

But now your luck has run out.

Crews over here made the smartest decision he’s ever made- he granted me a rematch for the World Title because he knows it’s in the best interest of UWL if I win the World Heavyweight Championship.

And he’s right.

Crews rolls his eyes. Rinaldi doesn’t notice.

Cyrus Rinaldi: With me as the World Heavyweight Champion, UWL will finally have a champion that they can be proud of. Think of the promotion they can do with a guy like me.

He looks off in the distance and does that hand motion people make when they're envisioning words on a marquee. 

Cyrus Rinaldi: “A 20-year veteran who never left the sport because it meant more than anything in the world to him makes it to the top, despite all the politics that kept him back.”

He looks back at the camera.

Cyrus Rinaldi: Think about the human interest pieces the media will write about me. I’ll be seen as a god damned inspiration by the entire world!

But more importantly than that, I’ll get rid of the embarrassment that currently represents this promotion as its World Heavyweight Champion, and I’ll do it in the best way possible- by showing his true colors and making him say “I quit.”

Nobody looks up to a quitter. Nobody aspires to be a quitter. No parent worth their salt wishes for their kid to grow up a quitter.

But as long as Daron Smythe sits atop the mountain of UWL, the only thing that people will know about UWL is that they glorify someone who doesn’t have the grit to go through the worst of times.

I’ve been through the worst of times, and I’ve come back from them a stronger person, and that’s why, on November 16th, I’m going to beat you, Daron.

He goes to sign the contract. Crews smiles but Rinaldi stops short of signing it.

Cyrus Rinaldi: But you know, Daron…

Crews’ smile disappears and he sighs.

Cyrus Rinaldi: …even if the stakes weren’t so high in this match, even if there wasn’t so much on the line, I’d still want this to be an “I Quit” Match. I’d still be jacked to meet you in the ring in a no-holds barred contest in two weeks.

You know why?

Because I just don’t like you.

And yeah, part of that comes from your career history. I truly don’t agree with your decision to walk away from the greatest sport in the world for 10 years because you had a little setback.

But the other part of my dislike for you comes from the fact that I just think you’re an a—hole.

When I was the TWN Champion, I had to endure months of you treating the TWN Belt like it was a joke, all because you weren’t able to beat me for it.

I had to listen to you talk about me like I wasn’t a real champion, like I didn’t belong on that part of the UWL website that lists all the champions.

In your mind, I wasn’t allowed to be considered a champion, despite the fact that I defended the title whenever a title match was booked. I guess that's why you felt the need to cost me the TWN Championship and gift it to Tony Rios.

You're just like all those promoters that held me back for 20 years. You're no better than the guy that cost you your contract with WWE. You're nothing more than a goddamned hypocrite and I'm tired of suffering all the indignities of an inferior man who has never been as dedicated to this sport as I have been.

You've been trying to mindf--k and it makes me go f--king mental. It enrages me to no end how you have tried to cut my nuts out from under me this whole time.

So while my ultimate goal will be to win the World Heavyweight Championship, I’m also just going to enjoy hurting you. I’m going to enjoy making you bleed and suffer. I’m going to enjoy the yelps of pain coming from your mouth. I’m going to enjoy watching you wince every time I hit you. I'm going to enjoy breaking parts of your body. And I’m going to enjoy when I shove that mic in your face and you yell “I quit” over and over again until the ref calls for the bell.

And trust me, I know I’m probably in for a beating myself. I’m not an idiot. I don’t think I’m coming out of this unscathed, but like my father taught me to say…

Out of nowhere, Rinaldi starts to jam his own forehead with the point of the pen. Crew is horrified. Rinaldi begins to bleed. He wipes the blood with his index finger and then runs his finger across the contract. He shows the contract to the camera. The blood is smeared on the line where Rinaldi was supposed to sign.

Cyrus Rinaldi:… “You may kick my ass, but you’re going to know you were in a fight.”

He throws the contract to the ground. He’s got a wild look in his eye. He’s sweating profusely, breathing heavy, and blood is still trickling out of the wound in his head.

Cyrus Rinaldi: You like to talk about how you threw a fireball in Nick Danger’s face, like that’s supposed to intimidate me, but here’s the difference between you and Nick Danger.

Nick Danger is still walking around this place.

When I’m done with you, you won’t be.

He picks up the contract and shoves it into Crews’ chest. Crews takes the contract from Rinaldi and stares at him like he can’t believe what he just saw. Rinaldi simply turns his back to the camera and continues unbuttoning his shirt. Crews walks off-camera in a cautious manner, keeping his eyes on Rinaldi the entire time.

The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

The arena's lights fall sending the venue into a pitch black state, the beginning rhythms of "Requiem" hits the arena's sound system. The crowd immediately resounds with a roar of boos. Lights begin to fill through out the arena. Rylee emerges from the back stopping at the top of the entrance ramp.

Emily Lyle - From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing one hundred and thirteen pounds, Rylee Poverly!!

She turns her back to the crowd as the lights flicker all around her. She makes her way down the aisle waving off the fans extending their hands to tough her. Rylee enters the ring standing in the center of the ring with her arms extended looking out at the crowd.



Bleed For Me by Saliva hits, Blade jogs onto the ramp, stops and takes in the crowd. As he nods his head to the music, Blade cocks a smirk and begins his journey down to the ring. Blade will look for some hands to high five on his way down the ramp.

Emily Lyle - From Gladstone, Michigan, weighing two hundred and fifty five pounds, Blade LaVigne!!

Blade will slide into the ring, and slowly clap his hands as he walks towards the far-side turnbuckle! Blade throws his hands into the air as the crowd pops a little louder. As Blade's theme music fades, Blade drops off of the turnbuckle.



Cliff Morris - We're ready for what will no doubt will be a great match up. As, Blade LaVigne takes on Rylee Poverly in our next match up.

The bell sounds, they lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Poverly breaks free, she shoots LaVigne into a rear waistlock, LaVigne tries to break free. LaVigne reverses out shooting around on Poverly with the rear waistlock. LaVigne reverses out lifting Poverly up slamming her down onto the mat holding her still in the rear waistlock. Poverly reverses around taking LaVigne into a wrist lock, she drives her knee into LaVigne shoulder pulling up on his arm. They return to their feet, LaVigne takes Poverly’s arm around into the wristlock jerking on her arm twisting it around. Poverly rolls forward kicks back up. Poverly rolls forward, bridges backing, slapping LaVigne arm away. Poverly jumps up nailing him with a dropkick which staggers LaVigne.

Cliff Morris - Rylee Poverly with a textbook dropkick!

Logan Acker - That caught Blade LaVigine flush in the face wow what a dropkick!

Poverly runs at LaVigne, he dodges out of the way grabbing Poverly pushing her into the ropes. LaVigne pulls her back with a school boy roll up, the referee counts.

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.. Kick out.

Poverly goes into the ropes, LaVigne rises up, she kicks him in his stomach, doubling him over. Poverly takes LaVigne down with a leg lariat. She bounces back up, LaVigne sits on one knee against the ropes. They lock back up, Poverly takes LaVigne around into a go behind into a hammerlock. She pulls up on his arm jerking LaVigne arm each time she pulls up wrenching his arm. LaVigne turns taking Poverly over with a snapmare. Poverly runs at him, LaVigne leapfrogs over Poverly. Poverly takes him over with an arm drag. LaVigne is back up; he takes Poverly over with an arm drag. LaVigne takes Poverly into a headlock, she sends him off into the ropes. LaVigne runs off the ropes nailing Poverly with a shoulder tackle, she stumbles back against the ropes.

Cliff Morris - Rylee Poverly goes sailing back after the shoulder tackle!

Poverly runs off the ropes, LaVigne leapfrogs over her. Poverly runs back into the ropes, LaVigne drops down, Poverly runs over him. Poverly runs off the ropes, LaVigne nails her with a dropkick. LaVigne throws Poverly into the corner, he nails her with a hard forearm strike in the corner. LaVigne pulls her out of the corner lifting her up and down with a snap suplex. LaVigne rises up slowly stomping away on Poverly. He pulls up off the mat sending her into the ropes. Poverly runs off the ropes, LaVigne leapfrogs over her. Poverly stops, she takes LaVigne down with a chop block. She goes out to the ring apron quickly moving up to the top rope. Poverly leaps off nailing LaVigne with a missile dropkick. Poverly covers him.

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2.. Kick out.
Poverly rises up. She runs back off the ropes. She leaps into the air. LaVigne catches her throwing her back with a fall away slam. He rises up kicking Poverly in the stomach leaning her over, lifting her up and down with a Sit-Out Powerbomb. He covers her, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match, Blade LaVigne!!

The show cuts to a break.